Dancing Puppets - Episode 1. Russian TV series. Mystical Thriller. StarMedia. English Subtitles

What are you doing, idiot? Help me, please! I beg you! He'll kill me! Get in! Star Media presents Hello? Yes? I used to be a model 80 years ago. If you're interested in the world of high fashion call someone younger. Sorry. What were we talking about? About men. You said that all males are selfish. Yes, this is right. You should not limit your life with your husband's interests. This is what you're doing. You've lost all your friends and acquaintances. You even failed to congratulate your mother

on her birthday. Martha, you don't understand. Roma is like a child. He needs me by his side all the time. This is nonsense. Your husband will find a new toy when he gets tired of you. While mother is a constant. Today you don't have time for her. And tomorrow you'll realize that your life has come to an end. Martha, we've discussed it a hundred times. Right, but you never listen. Oh! What's wrong? What is going on? Girl! Call the manager! Where is the manager? Oh, God! Girl! What is wrong with

your hands? What is it? What does it mean? My apologies... What apologies? We'll pay for the dry cleaner's services... To hell with you! Let's go! What happened? I'm sorry... it was an accident... I don't care whether it was an accident or not. You almost burnt our regular client with hot water! But he... he was... he was indecent with me... What? In his girlfriend's presence? Think of a better excuse! Look at yourself! Who would take any notice of you? But he... I don't care about him! You don

't work here anymore! If everybody wants you so much you won't have problems to find a new job! Wait! I've already apologized, haven't I? I promise that I'll never happen again. I do need this job very much! You need it, don't you? I was kind to you. I hired you despite the fact that you had neither experience nor papers. I did it on my responsibility. And now what? You burnt our regular client because he suddenly decided that you were a beauty queen and started to court you! Get out of here! Do

you know how to use a vacuum cleaner? What? I asked you if you could use a vacuum cleaner. ‒  I can. Why? ‒  Get in the car, then. ‒  What for? ‒  I want to offer you a job. What job? Housekeeping. You will do the ironing, cooking and cleaning. Will you cry now or what? Are you afraid that I'll kill you to sell for organs? Don't worry. You nothing valuable for the medicine except for your gastritis. No, this is impossible. I can't stay here all day long. I thought you were in need of a job. Wai

t, wait! Stop! ‒  Can you cook? ‒  I can! Do you know how to use an ironing press? I don't. But I can walk a dog. Thanks God I don't have one. I can type. I can type at a computer or a typing machine. I can embroider. I can also sing! God save me from your singing! Your trial period will last for one month. You'll live and eat at my place. You shall not leave without my permission. ‒  No boyfriends. No alcohol. ‒  OK. ‒  Is everything clear? ‒  It is. ‒  Get in. ‒  All right. Come in. Get undres

sed. Where shall I put these things? These? Throw them into a garbage bin. Eat, eat. Sit down. Was he really indecent with you? He was. It's weird. You don't look seductive. When I'm talking to you please try to look me in the face. I don't like it when people hide their eyes. Is it a deal? It is. Your room is on the left down the corridor. The bathroom is opposite to it. Finish your meal and go to sleep. You'll have a lot of do tomorrow and I don't need sleeping staff. By the way, my name is Ma

rtha Rudolfovna. What is yours? I'm Yulya. Help yourself. Do you know what she is capable of doing? Do you know what will happen if you fail to find her? Nothing! Nothing will happen! Neither the business, nor the elections, nor the house — nothing! I won't exist too! Idiots! You failed to find her and you exposed yourselves to the police! What if the police dig deeper? Do you think it is difficult to get to know that you're working for me? They know about that already! Oleg Borisovitch! Then th

ey'll get to know about that tomorrow! Oleg Borisovitch, they don't know. My boys had no papers with them. I came to take them away personally. The police don't know about it, Oleg Borisovitch... What? Did you just said something or was I mistaken? Oleg Borisovitch... You'll be extremely lucky if you're right. Otherwise... I'll tear your boys' heads off... with my own hands! Oleg Borisovitch, it was my fault, but I'll sort it out. We'll do everything correctly. My boys got a bit carried away. Th

ey thought that if they pressed on Yulya's girlfriend she'll... Explain to your boys how they should act! All right. Sure, I will, Oleg Borisovitch. Find Yulya for me! We will, Oleg Borisovitch. Ask some private detectives for help. It's their job to look for people. Do you know some good private companies? Yes, I know some very good guys, Oleg Borisovitch... One second... Here you go. Call them! Sure, Oleg Borisovitch. Go and work! I am, Oleg Borisovitch. What did you do, assholes? What did I t

ell you to do? Hurry up now! Find that Yulya wherever you want to! I don't care where! Am I clear? Ilyushin Makar Andreyevitch, a private detektive. Dogs used to guard people from the ancient times. Nowadays people actively use dogs to guard important military objects, to look for new ores deposits as well as to detain dangerous criminals. Right? You're my good boy... Al right. We'll be there in an hour. Have some sandwich, my honey... Serega, get ready. What are you doing? Are you playing with

your flee-bag again? Get read, we have an order. Come on! He is not a flee-bag. He is a South-Russian sheep dog, by the way. Aren't you, honey? What? A South-Russian sheep dog. Right. Serezha, do you know that they get as big as a horse? What will you do then? What do you mean — as big as a horse? Read about it, Serezha. We'll ride a horse soon. Come on, get ready. What? The client's name is Togoyev Oleg Borisovitch... Togoyev, Togoyev... this name sounds familiar. Of course it does! It's hangin

g on each and every pole behind the City Ring Road. Who is hanging there? Togoyev does. I don't mean him but his photos. The pre-election campaign! A deputy, Serezha. I see. What does he need us for? To throw in some false bulletins at the polling stations? This is not our business... You've brought it, haven't you? No, no, I'll come soon. Yes, all right, I'm coming. All right. Bye. Where are you going? Wait! Look, Makar. They brought some dog food for my dog. I've been waiting for a delivery fr

om Germany for a week. Go without me. Look, Babkin, I'm sick and tired of your dog! Without me! What's the matter? Nothing. Just a bad dream. I see. I'm Lia. And you? I'm Yulya. I see. So... Martha hired you as a house help, didn't she? Is your life very bad? Why? Otherwise you wouldn't have ended up here. All right, get dressed. Martha asked about you twice. Remember not to be late in future. Otherwise she'll make your life a living hell. When you serve breakfast don't forget the orange jam. It

's on a shell in the kitchen. She adores it. All right. Put newspapers on her right. If you put them on the left she'll slap you on your forehead with a newspaper. Don't touch the dishes until she asks you so. Just stay there and listen, will you? I'll try to remember everything. Do it. It's in your own interests. I want you to find my daughter. I see. Yulya is my daughter. She disappeared six weeks ago. Why did you wait so long to start looking for her? Some more tea? Thank you. We quarreled an

d she left. Is Yulya your native daughter? Yes. But I barely know her. I got divorced before her birth. Tatyana left for Yuryev at once and... Is it your wife? Yeah. She died a year and a half ago. She died, didn't she? Yes. It was an accident. So I bring Yulya here... I see. Go on. Yulya decided that I must keep her. I paid for her studies, I gave her a job but to no avail. She is a lazy girl. I don't have any feelings towards her. Why do you want to find her, then? This is a good question! Pol

itics! I want to be elected to the local Council. Can you imagine an article that says that Oleg Togoyev's daughter was found, say, in a drug brothel... Was she taking drugs? Of course not. But what difference does it make? She could have done anything. This is all information about her. And one more thing... when you find her don't communicate with her. Why? She will understand that I'm looking for her and run away... just to make me mad. Sakharova Yulya. Your wages. I have another question. Di

d somebody try to find her before us? Maybe your own security service? My security service has other things to do. I see. This is why I turned to you. Coffee...toasts... The newspapers... Damn it, the orange jam! Damn it! The jam! Oh! I beg your pardon! I'm so sorry! Hello. Valya? Hello. I thought you were having a walk. The doctor prescribed you to. I'll drink some coffee and go out. What do you mean — "you will"? Where is Lia? I let her go till dinner. Very good! Lia is here for you to let her

entertain herself and for you to go for walks on your own! I can go to the park on my own. Well... I'm Valentina Zakharovna. And you..? Yulya will be our housekeeper. Somebody has to keep the house in order. Lia is totally helpless! But it's not Lia's job... Right. Lia is to take you for a walk, to take you to the doctor, to give you injections and to measure your blood pressure. By the way, what was your blood pressure this morning? 130/90. No coffee today. Please bring Valentina some wild ros

e decoction. But Martha, I don't like wild rose... It is useful for you. Don't be capricious. It's summer but it is so cold! Why are we sitting here, tell me? We could go somewhere to the south of France, to a village. We'd sell wine from our own vineyard... You'd be the first to start howling in that village. Right. Look! The one who guesses the secret of Dubrovina will get a prize. What prize? 100,000 rubles. It's a lot of money. It's a pity that Dubrovina stopped writing. She used to write go

od books. Roman Mansurov opens his exhibition at the Solyanka. Oh, God, another 50 paintings of God Knows What. Why are you standing? Do you like Roma Mansurov? Forget about him, honey. With your looks you have no chance. And take this glass away at last! Martha? Tell me the truth. What? What did you bring this girl for? Don't tell me about the housekeeping. Why not? We do need a housekeeper. You could have hired one through a proper agency. And don't tell me that you took pity on her. Did you b

ring this girl... for a purpose? Serega, we came right on time. Hi. Did you buy it? I'm trying to figure it out. We'll do it later. Look, Serezha, this story is weird. It's rather complicated. Why? Togoyev's daughter disappeared six weeks ago. Togoyev didn't worry during all this time and then suddenly he turned to us. Why would he do that? Serega, pay attention. The elections... Serezha, the elections are not a war. They don't happen without warning. People prepare for them for a year. Yes, som

ething is wrong here. It is. He should have either hired us a month ago or... ...or somebody had been looked for a girl before us and failed to find her. It might be so. He has his own security service, by the way. It might have failed. Did you mean that? Maybe. We'll sort it out. Yes, this story is not simple. What is it? Serezha, I beg you. Please buy some food for your dog otherwise it'll eat us soon. A beast... All right. What do we know about Togoyeva? She is Togoyev's daughter. After the d

ivorce she got her mother's surname — Sakharova Yulya Olegovna, 21. She used to live with her mother, Sakharova Tatyana Stanislavvna, up to the age of 20, in Yuryev-Polskiy. Yuryev-Polskiy? Where is it? I think it's in the Vladimir Region. Do you think so or..? All right, I'll check it myself. After her mother's death she moved to her father. She studied at the Academy of Finances for a year. Six weeks ago she left home... Go on. Why are you keeping silence? This is all. What do you mean — all?

Give it to me. Give me the file! Yes, we don't have much information. I so understand that you don't want to go to Yuryev-Polskiy, right? Oh, Babkin! All right, you have Moscow. You'll go to that Academy where Yulya used to study and talk to her girlfriends. I don't need to teach you what to do. Give me the map. Look, Serega, I'll make fur hats out of your dog! There is nothing funny about it. Oh, Makar? I forgot about the most important thing. You did? What is it? Bring some organic milk and cu

stard from Yuryev. Wait! The dog might get rachitis if it lacks calcium. I might get rachitis because of your dog. I'll make fur hats out of it indeed! She won't do it again, I mean he won't. Buy some dog food! Come here, glutton. Come to daddy. Eat some more... What a good doggy... Stop making her up. One can't see her behind the layer of plaster. Stand still. Stop! Why did you move your tight? You're not a doll! Do you understand? You're not a doll. Just stand without moving. Stand still. Whe

re did you look? Why are you looking there? Look straight! Look right at me! This way? This way! Damn it! Vasya? Are you out of your mind? The photos are to be printed in two hours! Where are the pictures? What I need is eyes, just eyes! Eyes and nothing more! Sheer emotions! Just eyes! Live emotions, do you get it? Vasya, do you hear me? What? What pictures? Where are the pictures? The chief editor is going mad! What... what are you doing? Work! I told you to work! Are you out of your mind? Goo

d girl! You're crazy, did you hear that? If you do it once more... One should kill for such behavior. Damn it! Why are you standing? You may be free. Here are your pictures. Borya? Will you lend me about 10,000? Are you crazy? You still owe me 15,000! What 15,000? As you wish. He needs money! Yes, I do. Ask Dubrovina why she is keeping silence. You'll have money then. What do you mean? The one who gets to know why Dubrovina doesn't write anymore will get a prize. What prize? Look here. Borya! Du

brovina and you are friends. Get to know why she doesn't write novels anymore. Go to hell! Dubrovina and I are not friends. As you say. Cal me in the evening. I'm sorry. Lena! Wait, please. Dubrovina! Hi. Tomorrow. What — tomorrow? You had to give them yesterday! I'll give them to you yesterday, then. Lena! You're going down, aren't you? All right, all right... Lena! Lena, wait! Vasya, I'm in a hurry. I have an interview to do. If it's a business issue we may solve it tomorrow at the editing mee

ting. Lena, I need five minutes of your time! We have to talk. I may give you a lift. Thank you, no need to. And we have nothing to talk about. Lena, wait! All right, all right... I beg you — don't start. Vasya... Lena! Go! Somebody is waiting for you if you're not mistaken. I beg your pardon. You're Elena Dubrovina, aren't you? You're a writer. We love your books. My sister and I are your fans. No. I'm not a writer. You are mistaken. I'm sorry. She looks exactly like her! Such an unbelievable c

oincidence! All right, come on... Oh.. Good afternoon. Hello. I've come to Martha Rudolfovna. Are you a writer? Dubrovina? Hello. Hello. Sit down. I'm very pleased to meet you. Yulia, if you have no other important things to do please brew us some coffee. Right. You want to take my interview, don't you? I do. It's for the anniversary of our magazine. Thank you for agreeing to be interviewed. I'm not interested in your magazine. I like your books and I wanted to get acquainted with you. This is w

hy I agreed. Thank you. Shall we start? Are you crying? I am not. What's with your face? I tried to make it up a bit... Are you crazy? If Martha gets to know she'll eat you alive. Take this. Thank you. Did you see a tonometer? It's in the living room. Don't go there. I'll bring it myself. She has a visitor. I see. Do you know who it is? Dubrovina! The writer? Yes. Oh! Do you think she'll kill Martha? What? Oh, God! What's wrong with you? I meant in a novel. She writes detective stories. So I tho

ught — maybe she decided to write about out old woman. A mysterious murder of a former model, something like this... No. Dubrovina doesn't write novels anymore. She just came to interview her for a magazine. I see. This is the end of our lesson. See you at the session. Thanks to everybody. Where are you going? Home. Are you going too? I must work at the library? Hello. I wanted to talk to you about Sakharova. Who are you? I'm sorry, I forgot to present myself. I'm Sergey Babkin, a private detect

ive. Sakharova... Sakharova... she was expelled right after the winter session. Did she fail it? No. She just stopped coming for lectures and she didn't come to take her exams. When did she stop attending lectures? About four months ago. We called and tried to sort it out. We were told that some family circumstances were the reason. I see. Did she have any conflicts with professors or her mates? Did she have any friends? You know, she didn't have friends. It's weird... Did you always dream to be

come a model? I never dreamt about it. I just thought that if I were a model I'd easily find a good husband. What about you? Did you always want to become a writer? No. Never. However I always liked reading. After gradating from the philological department of the university I was hired by a magazine. I was editing other people's articles. I used to do it every single day. Then I started to write a book. Passions, murders, intrigues... it was so unlike my routine life. I see. You wanted to depict

your own imaginary life, didn't you? You know, my life did change. I started to live like a heroine of my books. A new photograph came to work for us. He was a womanizer. I fell for him. Or no, I made him fall for me. This is what he said — "you made me fall for you". We went to Italy. It was happiness. Just sheer happiness... Sakharova didn't have any friends. This is all I can tell you. Come on! If you want to know, people like your Sakharova should not be allowed to communicate with people!

She should have been isolated in her childhood! Anya, stop it! You shouldn't have reminded me of that Sakharova! You know, I'm very glad that she disappeared! I hope she is never found! Anya, calm down! Get off me! I apologize for her. This is because of that story with Vadim. What story do you mean? It's not important. Try talking to Nika Tserkovnikova. She used to communicate with Sakharova. Tserkovnikova Nika. I didn't have any affairs before, and then... You didn't, did you? I don't believe

it! What happened next? Nothing. We separated. My mother's friend mentioned that he had another woman. I stayed at home for a month. I would go mad but for mum. This is incredible! Instead of living with a man you love you shut yourself inside and try not to go crazy! I was writing much during that time. I was writing all the time, in fact. Then a moment came when I realized that I didn't need a man or even my mum. I felt such happiness... How can you be happy if you aren't writing? I just don'

t write. I'm sorry, Martha Rudolfovna. I must have bothered you. I came to take an interview and I told you about my life instead. Well... Where did we stop? If you want to go on doing silly things like this interview this is your right. You're throwing your talent away, not me. Go on, ask! After the divorce she took her maiden surname and came back to her native city. How long was she and Togoyev married? Not for long. She and her daughter came back in 1995. From that time on they stayed here.

This is it. How did she die? Tatyana? It was an accident. An accident? Can you give me any details? You're not a prosecutor for me to give you details. Do you want me to give you the copy of the materials? Sakharova died in an accident. The case is closed. Sakharova is at the cemetery. I have nothing more to say about that. I see. I have just one more question. Did Yulya come to Yuryev in the course of the last two months? No. Why would she? She had no place to come back too. Strangers live in t

heir flat now. Yulya wouldn't want to come here. She dreamt of Moscow for so many years. Why would she come back to Yuryev? I see. Very good. Any other questions? Where can I spend the night? Is there a hotel in this town or some private places to stop? What do you need to stop here? Nobody will tell you anything new about the Sakharovs. Go to Moscow, look for her there. To tell you the truth, you shouldn't have come. What do you mean? You just lost your time. I see. Thank you. Sergeant? Yes, Co

mrade Captain. Look at this guy. Don't take your eyes off him. He shouldn't find anything out. I got you. Come on, let's go for a walk. Come on. Don't pull! Hello. Stop! Hello. My name is Sergey. I'm happy for you. You must be Nika. I must be. Nice to meet you. I'd like to talk to you about your friend Yulya. I'm sick and tired of you! Wait! Nika, I won't take much of your time! Nika, wait! Yulya disappeared and her father... I warned you! I warned you, didn't I? That's why don't get hurt. Wait.

You didn't warn me of anything. I warned people who came from you. Nika, who came to you? Nika? Hello? Police? Hello, this is Tserkovnikova. Snigiryov told me to call you if somebody comes to me again. They came. Please register my call... Nika! Nika, wait! Nika, listen! Nika! Yes, I'm waiting. Thank you. I'm glad for you. Are you looking after the grave? No. A local warden looks after the graves. Are you from Moscow? From Oleg Borisovitch? I am. How did you guess that I am from Moscow? I've be

en teaching in a musical school for twenty years, so I hear such things. I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Makar. Sophia Andreyevna. I used to be Tatyana's neighbor. Nice to meet you. Let me help you. I come here every week. My parents are buried here. I visit Tatyana too. You can see that the grave is in order. Say so to Oleg Borisovitch. Of course I will. By the way, what shall I do with the things? What things? Yulya left some of her things. I'm keeping them. Look, if you've co

me maybe you can take them with you? There are not too many... Of course I can. I have a car. Very good. I'll be home after work tonight. Come at about seven, I'll give them to you. Of course. Thank you. One more question. It's a delicate one. I feel uncomfortable to ask Oleg Borisovitch about that... What did happen to Tatyana? Everybody says that it was an accident but... It's very convenient to say that it was an accident. One can feel that nobody knows what had happened in reality. I beg you

r pardon? What did happen in reality? I think you should ask about that at the Kulitchki. Sophia Andreyevna? The last question. What is the Kulitchki? There is a psychiatric clinic in the Kulitchkova street. I'm sorry but I'm in a hurry. Thank you. I hate mental homes... End of Episode One